The storm had come up quickly, way too quickly for Jack's taste. He could tell how frightened the animals were and made a running inventory of his family, just to be sure. Lisa had been on one of her trips but at the moment was stuck with Lou in New York, unable to get a flight in, Georgie and Katie were with Peter for the weekend, the only ones he had to worry about were Ty, off on a call, Tim, who knows what Tim was doing at anytime let alone now, and Amy and Lyndy who were somewhere between here and town. He reminded himself how smart and capable that granddaughter of his was. She'd grown up out here. Surely, she'd had enough advance warning that, when things had gotten really bad, she'd hunkered down somewhere. His heart knew that he wouldn't feel better though until he saw all of his family in one piece, even the ones that weren't even in the area.

Ty looked up at the sky, willing it to be over. With the wind, ice, and cold, he wanted to be home. He wasn't worried about Amy and Lyndy as he might have been. When he'd left early that morning, they were still curled up in bed together; of course, that had been before dawn. Amy's daily plans seldom went beyond the ranch she loved so much: either with her horses or helping Jack. Logically, there was no reason to have this fear in his heart or this lump in his throat. If it had been an electrical storm, then he'd say he was feeding off Amy, because it was one of the few things his fearless wife legitimately feared. All he knew was that he wanted to get home. He hated going where he couldn't even use his cell phone to check in; one of his few fears was something happening to his family and, if he was off like this or the times he'd been overseas, there was nothing he could do to stop it. The second he thought he could chance driving, he went home.

Jack frowned, doing what he could to clean up the mess. It hadn't been as bad as some storms were before; maybe he was just getting old, a thought he would never admit to anyone else, even his wife. Even as he thought of Lisa, he could hear a woman singing in the back of the mind: was it Amy or his Lyndy? It was one of Lyndy's songs to be sure, but it was the one he'd sang with Amy at Caleb's wedding.

So walk me over this bridge The river's so deep and so wide just walk me over the bridge my darling we'll get to the other side.

Jack picked up the phone and dialed Amy's. As much as he wanted to see the truck pull in with her and his great-grandbaby safely inside of it, he wanted her to pick up, to hear her voice for himself. The cold winds were still around; it had dropped temperature so fast today. Surely she'd remembered little Lyndy's heavy coat, not just the light one she'd been wearing earlier.

Ty pulled up and saw Jack outside, the damage to the ranch that the man was trying to fix himself. He knew Caleb would be there quickly unless he'd had damage at his place with Cass first, that Tim would be out to check on the family soon as well, but where was Amy? It was unlike her not to be out helping, whether it was a good idea with Lyndy or not. He parked and got out, seeing Jack hang up his phone.

"Jack?"

"Amy's not answering." The worry showed in Jack's face and eyes and he watched as it passed to Ty.

"What do you mean, she's not answering? She's not in the house?" His heart was caught in his throat again.

"Before things went bad, she and Lyndy went to pick up feed. I shoulda gone myself, but she wanted to get Lyndy out of the house. The storm…" The weather had come on unannounced by the radio that morning. Even when the skies had started to get a little gray, they'd thought it would be cloudy, maybe light snow, nothing like this.

"I know, Jack. I know. But she's not answering? Did you try Caleb or Tim? Maybe she couldn't get home and she stayed there…Or even at the store." He willed someone to tell him that his entire world was fine, safe, and where he could go to get to them.

Jack called Tim as Ty called Caleb. Tim didn't answer either, but Caleb did. "Hey, man, is Amy with you?" Ty asked, barely getting the hey out before asking what he wanted to know.

"No." Caleb looked at the mess around his place. "She's not at home?" Amy was like his sister and he was Lyndy's godfather. He was already getting worried too.

"Wouldn't be calling if she was." He rubbed his head. "Sorry. I just…Jack tried calling her and Tim. They're both not answering."

"Maybe she's hunkered down at Tim's and the phone aren't acting right because of the weather?" There was static on their call as it was. "What do I need to do? Where can I help?"

Ty muted the call and told Jack what Caleb had said. "Tell him to go check Tim's, just to be sure. You and I will check the road between here and town." He hated what that implied, but he couldn't stand here doing nothing. He felt like he had the night Marion had been killed, the night Amy had been attacked by the crazy horse, when Ty had been sick…he never wanted to feel that way ever again, but here they were, full circle.

Ty told Caleb what Jack had said, "Go check at Tim's and the road your way, just in case. But Caleb, use a horse. The roads…the roads are pretty slick." It scared him to death to think of his wife and child driving on them. His prevailing hope right now was that she'd gotten stuck in town somewhere. Maybe Caleb was right; the phones were bad. Both Amy and Tim's phones being out of reach seemed a little off, but he would grasp at any positive straw right now to not imagine the worst.

Ty grabbed Harley and Spartan nickered, wanting to go too. He took a moment to rub the horse's nose. "She'll be home soon. I promise." He remembered so many adventures, before and after Lyndy, with the two horses together. "She'll be home soon."

Jack made sure Ty was settled and got on Pal. He remembered when Ty had arrived, wouldn't get off his motorcycle, and Mallory giving him 'secret' riding lessons. Now, while he wasn't as good as his granddaughter at riding, Ty could definitely hold his own with her.

As soon as he mounted, Ty used his cell phone one more time, hoping to hear Amy's voice on the other side. Part of him knew how much he and Amy had survived; so much that they were part of each other. He felt like half of him was missing with Amy and a huge chunk with Lyndy. "Please, Amy. Please. Answer…" He knew she wouldn't if she was driving, but Lyndy could. He'd give anything he had to hear either one of their voices, much less both.

There's times I know you inside and outside There's times I don't know you at all but whatever we go through I'll be here loving you even times when you don't hear me call

The two men stopped when they came to the tree in the road. "There's no way Amy could have gotten around that." As it was, it would take the two of them all day if they stopped to clean it up.

Ty nodded. "But did it fall before or after she came through?"

"If it fell after, we would have found her or she'd be at home." They'd left a note on the table for her to call them and, if she couldn't get them, to call Caleb or Tim.

"Caleb's searching between his place and Tim's. I'm gonna search between here and Tim's." Ty turned his horse down the less-used road.

"I'll keep going to town. If I see her, I'll call." Jack, like Ty, was still hoping that he would pull up in town and find Amy and Lyndy safe and sound, waiting for the roads to be cleared.

I know what we have is worth having and I know what's ahead is worth more so let's go for a walk somewhere quiet to talk we'll see just what life's got in store.

Amy felt the hard impact of the steering wheel against her body, trying to stay awake, trying to keep her eyes open. "Mommy! Mommy!" What woke her up was her little girl petrified in the backseat.

"It's okay, honey. Mommy's okay." Amy had the feeling she was anything but okay but she was channeling her Grandma Lyndy and her mom to get them through this. "Are you hurt?" She'd thrown out her arm in front of her daughter to protect her, but she couldn't turn her head to see quite yet.

"No. I want Daddy!" Lyndy pouted.

"I want your Daddy too," Amy whispered to herself. She tried her door but it wasn't opening from the impact. She didn't smell gas, which was a blessing. She turned around and saw that her daughter was just fine, but when she took a sigh of relief, she winced. Her chest hurt badly and her head seemed fuzzy, like objects were moving, changing on her. "Mommy's going to get out and take a look around, okay? I'm right here at the truck. You can see me." She tucked her daughter in to be as warm as she could with her blanket.

"I want to come." Lyndy stated stubbornly.

"I know you do. I know. But right now, I need you to be a really big girl for Mommy, okay?" She took her cell phone out of her jacket pocket. "Here. Do you remember how I taught you to call Daddy or Grandpa?" The girl nodded. "That can be your job. You call Daddy or Grandpa." She kissed her tiny forehead and got out of the truck.

Amy bit back a cry of pain as she stood on her leg. She knew the second she put weight on it that it was broken. She made a quick, unspoken assessment of their situation. The feed was all over, in the snow and ice, getting wet, but that was the least of her concerns. The truck was totaled, there was no way to back it up and get it driving again. She didn't smell smoke or gas, even out here, so they were safe with that at least. She was still afraid to try to turn the truck on to get the heater. She made a secret wish for Spartan or any horse, because there was no way she could carry her daughter out of there alone. Her only hope was that they could reach Ty, Grandpa Jack, or her dad and that they could come get them.

"Nugget," Amy bit back a moan when she climbed back into the truck. "Did you get your dad or Grandpa? Did you talk to them?"

"Brokten, Mommy." She handed the phone back to Amy who saw: no service. "Okay." If no one was going to get them out of this, then she would have to do it. She heard the howling of the wolves at dark and hoped her daughter didn't. She had to get out of here; she had to do something. It had been hours since they'd left town. She could hope that the men in their lives had started looking for them, but with the tree down, they'd taken a different way home than normal. What if everyone decided that she and Lyndy had just waited out the storm in town? She couldn't depend on rescue; she had to make her own.

She took off her coat and put it and anything else warm she could think of around her daughter, tucking her in. "We're going to sleep here tonight and Daddy will be here really, really soon to get us, all right?" She knew her daughter didn't understand.

"All right, Mommy." Lyndy smiled at her. "Too hot."

"I know you are, honey, but you won't be soon. It's cold outside and Mommy can't turn on the heater." She found a water bottle and put as much as her cup would hold. Accidents they could clean up later.

"Are you hungry?" Lyndy nodded and Amy dug out the package of maple leaf cookies that she'd let Lyndy get as a treat. Why hadn't she gotten groceries in town? Anything 'real' to eat? Cookies wouldn't last her daughter long and she had nothing else to give her. She smiled as Lyndy seemed relaxed enough to think they were 'camping' or playing a game.

She checked her phone. The service still wasn't restored, but Amy didn't need it for this. "Here. Let's watch Daddy." She had several videos of Ty on her phone and she let them run until her daughter fell asleep. Ty's voice calmed them both and gave Amy the strength to do what she had to do. Now came the hard part.

"I love you, nugget." She made sure she was as warm as possible and remembered a bag of trail mix she'd left in the glove compartment. She put it with the water and the phone, hoping that the next time she saw her daughter they'd be safe at home. Then she left, making sure the doors were secured tightly, not because Lyndy could get out of them without help, but because she was trying to keep as much warm air as she could in the truck for as long as she could.

Amy stifled another cry as she stood on her leg again. She couldn't go far, she knew that, but maybe she'd pass someone or something that would get them out of this mess. If she sat there and waited and help didn't come, her daughter would freeze to death. Going for help was Lyndy's best chance at survival.

So walk me over this bridge river so deep and so wide just walk me over the bridge, my darling please be my place to hide

Ty's heart was destroyed when he saw Amy's truck. He urged Harley into action again, as tired as the horse was, and didn't let up until he reached the vehicle. "Amy! Lyndy!" He looked in the passenger side door, expecting the worst, but the driver was gone. "Amy?!" He was about to leave when he heard a tiny voice, one of the best sounds in the world to him.

"Daddy, you woke me up." Lyndy scolded him from the backseat.

Crying, Ty opened the door, his arms around his daughter, kissing her blonde hair. "Are you okay, nugget? Are you okay?" He checked her over before hugging her again.

"Too tight, Daddy. Too tight."

Ty laughed, but backed off, brushing his tears away so his daughter wouldn't see. "Sorry." He kissed her head again. "What were you doing in there?"

"Mommy say seeping in tha truck." She frowned. "Where Mommy?"

He took in the sights before him: the stash of food and water for their daughter, the way Amy had kept her warm, the phone beside her. Then he noticed the footprints. They got to the end of the truck and stopped, the fresh snow already covering the road again.

"We'll find her. We'll find her." He kissed her head again. "I need to get you back to Grandpa. He's been worried sick about you." He hoped Caleb was having luck finding Tim. They needed all hands on deck for this one. He helped her climb up in front of him on the horse, holding her close, making sure she was wrapped in not only her coat but the blanket as well. Then he saw Amy's coat. That with the stockpile made him wonder was she dressed warm enough, when was the last time she'd eaten or drank anything, and how badly Amy had been hurt. The driver's side door had taken most of the impact and the footsteps that were quickly erasing looked different, like one leg was heavier than the other. He grabbed Amy's coat and her phone before shutting the door, checking the service. Still none. He was torn between protecting Lyndy from the cold and finding his wife. He finally made the same choice Amy had and took Lyndy home.

Walk me over this bridge river so deep and so wide just walk me over the bridge, my darling We'll get to the other side

Amy had to stop and rest just for a minute. She was almost to her dad's; she could see his outer fence line in the distance. Her entire body burned from the cold and the pain and she was so tired. Lyndy would be all right if she stopped just for one minute to rest. Then she'd go get her dad and he would help them. They were almost home.